World War Three
by Kickin Taylor
Summary: After being forced to choose his troops over his twin sister, jack promises himself no more joking around, no more games and no more excuses- that's before he fell in love with the blonde. JXK - Warning, Rated T but its more like T Plus Also, Please, please, please review
1. Disconnect

"Watch out!" Jack yelled as his whole squad jumped away from the on coming

rocket.

" 5657 to 5765 we're out numbered!" Jerry, his fellow soldier boomed through his

Walky- Talky.

"How much?" Jack yelled, signaling his squadron of soldiers to follow him.

"Almost fifty percent according to 6989!" Jerry responded.

6989 was Milton Kruptnick's number or, code name. Every soldier had one, it was

the same number on Their dog-tags. Jack thought for a moment. Anybody who wanted to live must always listen to 6989's calculations because he is usually correct.

Fifty percent is a huge number and Jack was in charge of the lives of his soldiers. His objective- keep his soldiers alive and his enemy's weak. Only problem with that logic is every other chief officer in their army does too.

"Retreat." I commanded. "Back to the helicopters and don't get shot."

Jack reloaded his gun as he saw the enemy Approaching, shooting them dead before they could do the same to him.

Jack always felt bad when he killed a man, but this was war and that was just it. He watched a rocket fly towards a building. No. Not a building, _the _building. As in, the building his twin sister Taylor, was in. He watched the building Explode in horror.

"5766 respond!" He called to her, through the Walky- Talky.

" We got out!" she responded representing her whole squadron.

Jack let out a sigh of relief, his mom would have killed him if something happened to _'her baby girl_.' - they were twins for goodness sake.

"Gosh brother, you forget how amazing I am." She joked.

"Really Tay?"

"You can't see me but I'm glaring." She yelled through the device. Jack chuckled.

That was his sister, the joker. The worse the situation, the more jokes she cracks.

" Head back. Over and out."

Some of Jack's soldiers shot the unsuspecting enemy's from behind a large

Boulder.

A war, the only kind of battle a third degree black belt can't win for a person.

We made it back to the helicopter in time to meet Jerry (5657)'s squad and Taylor

(5766)'s squad. Only problem was that her squad was there, and she wasn't.

"Where's Taylor!" Jerry yelled to him after trying to reach her through his

Walky- Talky.

"I told her to come!" Jack screamed concerned.

"She's over there!" Milton yelled pointing out the window because they were already airborne.

Two of the enemy soldiers were holding Taylor, forcing her arms behind her back and pulling her reddish brown hair as she struggled to get free.

Jack cursed under his breath.

"5766, I'm sending back up!" he yelled, about to go back into the battlefield.

Jerry was already reloading his gun.

"No, get out of here!" She yelled over the commands of the people holding her.

"No soldier left behind." Jerry responded.

"Listen to me!" She begged. They continued to load their weapons.

"Get out now! There is a bomb that is in the building under you guys now-ah!" Taylor yelled as they pulled her away. "It'll kill everybody. I'll be fine!"

"Taylor no!" Jerry begged starting towards the door of the ship, preparing himself for a low jump.

"Jerry!" She shrieked.

"Please listen to me! I couldn't live with myself of something happened to you! Ow!" she shrieked as one of the guys smacked her in the face and kicked her in the stomach so she would stop trying fight.

" You need to come home!" Jerry begged.

I remained quiet. That's my baby sister out there.

" I love you Jerry and I promised to marry you and I will. I love you too jack.

Disconnect me, they'll track you on the communicators! _Disconnect!_ " She yelled bravely, though it was very obvious she was terrified, her voice cracked on the word, '_Disconnect_.'

"I can't leave you Tay." Her brother whispered.

The only sound you could hear was her struggling.

" Get out of here or you'll all be dead. Come back for me!" She yelled back begging as they shoved her inside a black van, not forgetting to sash her head through the window first.

"Over and gone." Was the last thing she said as they slammed the door shut behind her bleeding body.

"No!" Jerry yelled about to ignore her wishes to leave her.

"No!" Milton yelled holding him back. "Your going to get yourself Killed!" He yelled.

"I don't care!" Jerry yelled trying desperately to escape from Milton's grasp.

"Taylor!" He yelled, tears streaming down his face as he watched her trying to fight through the small van window.

"Jack?" he asked unsure of what to do with the struggling Jerry.

'_Disconnect_.'

'_Disconnect_.'

'_Disconnect_.'

The word ran through head. He looked around at the others soldiers, with family and friends, waiting at home. He knew he had to listen.

At that moment, Jack had to make the hardest decision of his life.

"Leave her." he heard himself say.

"Huh?" Milton and Jerry asked confused.

"Leave her, and disconnect her talky." Jack replied numbly yet some what angrily.

Milton nodded and ran to do so.

"What the heck?!" Jerry yelled at him.

Who could blame him? That was his fiancé.

"We can't leave her!"

"Don't give me that!" Jack yelled back at him unaware of the other soldiers watching. "We have to! There's a bomb on that stinkin' building! Now everybody sit down!"

Everybody obeyed, except for Jerry.

"Do you know what they do to War prisoners?" Jerry continued to yell.

"Shut it Jerry!" Jack warned threateningly, Jerry moves towards until he is only an inch away from his commander's face.

"They _kill _them Jack, if they're merciful." Jerry hisses.

"I know." Jack refused to look away; His eyes dared Jerry to go against his orders.

"And you also know what happens if they end up with a beautiful girl as a prisoner." Jerry whispers.

"Don't-"

" They _rape_ them, Jack! "

" You don't think I know that? You think I want to leave my baby sister there hurting? If I could, I would jump out there and attack!"

" Then why don't you!" Jerry yelled.

" There- is- a- bomb.-in- the- building." Jack said through his teeth almost,

Threateningly before he begins to turn around. Jerry grabs his shoulder, to stop him from moving.

"Do you even care?" Jerry didn't break eye contact as Jack remained silent.

"_Disconnect_." The commander finally spat at him before pulling away. "I'm in charge and I have to think of all my soldiers! Sit down and let me do my job." Jack blew a fuse and pointed to Jerry's seat.

Jerry regretfully took his seat; his hands clenched and tears streaming down his face.

"Fly." Jack orders, his mind racing and his body shaking, he took the seat beside Milton.

He couldn't believe he left his sister there. He tried justifying what he did by saying that she told him too, but he couldn't seem to face the guilt.

He watched the buildings that they were just hovering over blow up as they flew away.

Jack had begged the girl not to join the army and she didn't want to either.

Jack was drafted and Taylor was in there because of some trouble she had gotten into as a kid. Community service wasn't enough.

This was her last week here, along with Jerry, Milton and a bunch of other unnamed soldiers, including him self. The fallowing week, they were all expecting to live normal lives again.

Jerry and Taylor would have their wedding. Milton had a new science lab in

Oklahoma along with a happy relationship with Julie after breaking up in 10th

Grade. Jack would start dating around and maybe open his own karate Dojo.

Everything was supposed to be normal, like before they were all drafted.

He realized then, that couldn't happen. He couldn't get rid of his guilty conscious with out saving his sister.

Jack then made a promise to himself.

'No more fun and games, No more love and no more guilt.

No more distractions. _Disconnect'_

And Jack Brewer, code number 5765, never breaks a promise.

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	2. Your Life Story

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War 2

**Almost Seven months after Taylor (5766) was taken**.

_'It's the military, how bad could it be?'_

The blond wondered as she brushed her teeth. She, along with some of the other newly drafted soldiers, had arrived at army base number 4077 a couple hours before hand. An elderly woman had escorted everyone to their new cabins telling them to get as much sleep as they could before they had to wake up. She had gotten the top of a bunk bed she shared with an old drafty, Tara Hart.  
A whistle was blown making the people in the bathroom immediately dispersed.  
Confused, she rinsed her mouth and ran out to where the other girls were standing.  
She stood next to her newest friend Tara - the same girl who slept on the bottom bunk. She was a natural red head with sparkling blue eyes and a respect for rules.  
"Stand strait and fallow my lead." Tara hissed to her. She nodded and did as she was told.  
The doors of the bunk where shoved open.  
"Attention!" A man commanded. He was a tall man with long brown hair- but not long enough to be considered a girls hair cut. He was buff but not in that overly buff, kinda gross way. There was no second thought this guy was cute, the only thing missing was his smile.  
Though he says good morning, his body language suggests anything but that. His chocolate eyes filled with determination- not happiness. He was fallowed by another tall man with muscles but he at least attempted to smile. It didn't reach his eyes. But that wasn't what surprised her about the second boy. What threw her off was the fact that he knew that boy, He's never been seen without a smile (or an exaggerated pout.)

'_Does the military just suck the joy out of living?'_

"Jack, chief officer." Tara quietly explained surprised. The new girl was also surprised, but for a different reason. Tara was surprised Jack was there in the first place,instead of the woman that usually did count off in the morning- the nice old lady that had escorted the new soldiers to their new 'homes'. Jack, nice? Not anymore.  
Meanwhile, The blonde was surprised that jack was a chief officer. He was about the same age as her, but how could that be? She was 21 years old, no way is that old enough to be a chief officer (considering most of the people here are in their thirties). Unless she was amazing and she knew she definitely wasn't amazing enough to pull that off. What she didn't know was, Jack was that amazing.  
Behind him stood a tall Latino boy that she mentioned to have known very well. In fact, they were close friends that used to go to the same martial arts dojo, before they graduated high school and he was drafted after they graduated college. She smiled at the familiar face of her best friend Jerry Martinez. He didn't look to happy to see her there and she knew why. He didn't want her there. Even knowing that she was a strong fighter, he thought war was to dangerous for his 'little sister.'  
"Count off!" Jack demanded, oblivious to all the girls fixing their hair and batting their eyes in his direction.  
The girls began counting off, but it wasn't like seafood high. Count off was one-two- three, and so on. In military base number 4077, it went by the last four numbers on the soldiers's dog tags. It didn't make sense to the girl that they went by numbered code names- weren't people's real names hard enough to remember? Not to mention how Jerry was always bad with numbers. But, at the moment, that was the least of her worries.  
"5247." Tara announced. The blonde hesitated, unsure of what to do. In a panic at Jacks piercing stare, she decided to make one up.  
"5766?" She questioned.  
Every body stared at the blond, wide eyed as Jach and jerry froze. She didn't realize what was so bad about making up a number.

'_Is it like some kind of a federal crime?'_

She wondered.

How was the new girl suppose to know that the number she stated was the one solider in this quadrant that was ever taken as a prisoner under Chief Officer Jack's command? The one person that was illegibly dead but legibly suffering?

Jerry's face looked heart broken. Because that's what he was, heart broken. The number had reminded him of his fiancé. He kept her engagement ring on his dog tag necklace because nobody was able to get Taylor's dog tag and she never wore the ring into battle. So, he wore the ring in memory of her. Meanwhile, Jack just Carved the numbers 5766 into the back of his dog tag to remind him why he was still there. It was the reason they were both still in the army, they aren't just fighting because they were drafted anymore.  
Of coarse not, they are aloud to go home when ever they want too. Even if the government didn't want their best chief officer to leave. They were done serving six months ago. There was no proof Taylor was for sure dead and they wanted to save her and not chicken out like Milton had.  
Jacks face showed no emotion as he stared at her.  
"Who are you?" He asked abruptly, the first to snap out of shock.  
"Kim Crawford." She responded nervously.  
Jack looked at his clip board, looking for the name.  
"There is no Kim Crawford, Only a Kimberly Crawford." He told her, taking a new dog-tag from his back pocket and looking at it.  
"Kimberly." He read.  
"Jack-" Jerry tries to step in to help before Kim glared at him. Jerry sighed and took a step back.  
Kim put her hand to her hip testily.  
"Are you kidding me?" She asked with a raise of an eyebrow.  
Jack just stared at her, daring her to continue. It made her nervous but she continued anyway.  
"Nobody calls me Kimberly, everybody calls me Kim." She replied bravely. " It's always been like that and it will always be. It's Kim, everybody calls me Kim."  
"I didn't ask what everybody calls you." He told her obnoxiously. " I asked you for your name, not your life's story."  
He threw the dog tag at her, the sting whipping her cheek as she caught it.  
"And honestly, I don't care to know."  
With that, he stormed out. Leaving Kimberly to wonder,

_What did I do wrong?_

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	3. Summer Camp

With that he marched out of tent fallowed by Jerry who, for reasons Kim was unaware of, was holding his necklace.

Kim glanced down at the dog tag:

Crawford

Kimberly Alexis

6675

Blood type: AB

Unit: 4077

Squad: Jack Anderson : 5765

"Who was 5766?" She wondered out loud.

" Kim!" Tara complained. " Why did you do that?"

The blond striated up, her eyes widening in confusion until the red heads words processed in her head. She glared back at the girl defensively.

"What did I do? He was the one who acted like a jerk!"

" No, you're the one who called out the number of the only member that was ever captured under Jack's command." A voice said from behind Kim.

Everybody froze, at looking past Kim to the Latino by the entrance. She turned and saw Jerry leaning against the doorframe; She glared at him.

"Can I talk to you a minute?" He asked. Kim nodded respectfully and they walked outside to the courtyard. She couldn't help but notice that everything on the base was symmetrical. Three olive green tents on the right of a cabin marked as _'mess tent'_, and three olive green tents on the left, all of which the same distance from the 'mess tent' as the opposite side. Every blade of grass was cut to the same height, as if someone had taken a ruler and measured it themselves.

'_Probably Jack.'_ She giggled to herself.

"What's so funny?" Jerry asked confused, " I mean, other than your face."

Kim stuck her tongue out at him.

"Nothing," She lied, "where are we going?"

"The bottom of the hill, towards the lake." He replied pointing in the direction. " you know, if you pretend all the colors in this base are anything but Olive green, you can almost pretend that this isn't the military."

The blonde looked around as she and the Latino followed the path down towards the lake. On either side of them, there was a track that went in an oval shape in opposing directions. In the middle of each oval, there were tires lined up on the ground, barbwire being held up by little sticks that were forced into the Mud below it, weights and empty fields.

If she ignored the barbwire and the dangers that the weights posed, the training area almost looked like an obstacle course. It almost looked fun.

"It looks like summer camp." She realized as she glanced down at the lake a yard ahead of them.

"It was meant too."

"To mislead the enemy." Kim replies knowingly.

"Actually no," Jerry corrects her putting his arms behind his back, a habit he had picked up from Jack. "I mean, it probably would help but we are in the middle of nowhere, they won't find us anyway."

"Then why-"

" It was Jacks idea, he thought the original place looked to much like a prison. Before him and I were promoted, the old commander, Commander Rafael was too strict on us."

'_Yeah, and Jack is just a ball of sunshine.'_ She bit back the comment. Though she didn't receive many letters from Jerry, the one or two he did send noted that Jack was his best friend in camp. The friends walked in silence for the remaining distance to the lake. Both lost in their thoughts. Kim, in particular, finds herself thinking about Jack's over reaction to the made up number until Jerry speaks.

" We're here." He smiles before opening his arms for the blond to jump into.

It's then that she remembers how much she missed him; how she would cry hoping that he was okay. He was her best friend, her brother. So, for now, she ignored the anger she felt at his lack of communication and hugged him, tears pricking at the back of her eyes.

"I missed you." She admits before pulling away, he smiles at her.

"I know," Jerry sits down, " I got your letters."

"I got yours too," she glared back bitterly, "all two of them. The first one thing 'I'm coming home' and the second one saying, 'I'm staying here'. No reason attached."

"Kim-" He sighs, but the blond held up a hand to stop him.

"I don't want an apology, right now, I'm too curious to know what you've been up to. Why did you stay?" She asked using her already raised hand to put her hair behind her ear.

"Nothing really. It's the same routine every day, you wake up, you eat, you train, you eat again, you train again, you eat one more time and then spend the rest of the night wallowing in self-pity." He frowned and Kim raised her eyebrows in surprise. That was the most pessimism she had ever heard from the Latino.

"That doesn't sound very much like Jerry. The Jerry I know-"

"Knew." He cut her off bitterly.

"What? What happened to you? Did Jack-?"

"Speaking of Jack, you should apologize." He stated as he sat down on a nearby log and signaled that she should sit beside him. She obeyed, a frown clearly evident on beautiful features.

"What?" She exclaims defensively, "I didn't do anything wrong, he was the one acting like a jerk!" She stamped her foot and stood up again, Jerry pulled her back down beside him.

"I know that. I just thought I'd let you know that Jack didn't used to be so obnoxious." He began.

"What do you mean?" She asked curiously.

"It's why I wasn't home five and half months ago." Jerry explained while taking his dog tag necklace from under his shirt so Kim could see the ring attached to it. It was beautiful, the gem was the most spotless diamond she had ever seen, she could tell it must've cost a lot. She knew what kind of ring it was, the same kind of ring her mother had been bugging her to get for the last three years.

"That's an-"

"Engagement ring, I know." He cut her off with the roll of his eyes.

"The girl, She..." Kim let the sentence trail off. She felt uncomfortable saying the word 'died'. He ignored her and continued.

"I was and still am, engaged to his sister," He explained. "I met his sister at a dance competition in New York while were still in high school, then we started sneaking away a lot after we were drafted-"

"But they only started drafting girls now." She cut him off.

" She was a troublemaker as a child, community service just didn't cover it. You can't imagine what I had to do to get Jack off my back." He said with a chuckle. "He has to be the most over protective brother-ever. You know he almost moved to Seaford when he was thirteen but then his family decided to say in New York when his grandfather got sick. We would have known him already." He added.

"So off topic." Kim joked and Jerry nodded in agreement.

"Right," Jerry closed his eyes reliving a memory. The tears that appeared looked out of place on his cheek. She could feel the mood change from one of happiness to one of pain and sorrow. The mood was so thick it was almost tangible.

"What happened?" She whispered unable to understand his sadness, His fiancé wasn't dead,

_So where is she?_

"I asked her to marry me." He replied, a small smile made its way to his lips but not his eyes.

The blonde waited, she knew there was more to the story. Something that would change the goofy Jerry she once knew into this logical realist Jerry that seem to trail Jack like a lost puppy.

"A week later, we went into battle. We had to retreat. We were outnumbered." He swallowed hard, "She got her squad out, but not herself. "

"What? I don't understand-"

"They captured her, Kim!" Jerry yelled, his voice cracking in a way Kim had never heard. "She's a P.O.W now! Prisoner of war! Out of sight, Missing in action, beautiful soldier!"

She froze at his out burst. They didn't break eye contact for what felt like forever until eventually she got to her senses and hugged her best friend.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered in his ear. Though she wasn't quite sure why he was telling her this.

"You didn't do it. I'm just so scared for her. They rape people there. Kim, What if they rape her and she gets pregnant or something?" Jerry wondered out loud.

Kim remained silent, not sure what to say.

"I wouldn't know what do." He adds before they broke the hug.

" You save her." Kim said realizing what the answer was. " And you stand by her and the baby. Be the dad that you were suppose to be."

"What makes you think I would get Taylor pregnant?" He questioned, changing the tone of the conversation back to light laughter.

" I've met you."Kim laughed and he rolled his eyes. He decided it was safer not to mention how Jack had said the same thing.

"Jack has the same fear. I met him when I was drafted; He wasn't the way he is now. That's why he tried to make this place look like a summer camp. He wanted people to remember the good in life; the memories people create even in the worst of situations. He was... Well, the best way to put it is, well, like you." Jerry explained. He didn't mention how he wanted to set them up when they got deployed.

Kim listened not really believing that what Jerry was saying.

"Your girl was 5766?" She whispered, the click in her mind almost audible.

"Taylor." Jerry corrected with a nod.

"Taylor." She agreed.

"But that was also Jack's sister." He added finally making the whole story relevant.

"He blames himself because he trained her. In reality, it wasn't anybody's fault." Jerry told her staring at the ring on his dog tag. "Even though I blame myself..."

He whispered the last part so quietly; she knew she wasn't meant to hear It.

"Is it engraved?" I squinted.

"Is what engraved?" He asked in surprise as if he forgotten she was there. He squinted his eyebrows in confusion.

"The ring. Is the ring engraved?"

He laughed, though once again it didn't reach his eyes.

"It says: Be my only Shorty"

"Classic." She giggled.

Jerry nodded obviously thinking about it. Therefore she remained silent.

Kim didn't ask for any more details, she felt bad enough. After a short silence, Jerry finally spoke:

"Check your dog tag, whose group are you in?"

Kim read it over again.

Crawford

Kimberly Alexis

6675

AB

Squad:_ Jack Brewer__:_ 5765

"Jack's." She groaned, how had she missed that the first time she read it?

"Well, I was hoping you were in my group but I think Jack's groups will be more entertaining to watch. It's funny that both me and Jack got new groups today and you're the only girl in his." Jerry laughed.

Kim shot him a glare.

"Well, if he thinks he's going to boss me around he is going to be unpleasantly surprised. " She told him.

"Funny, Jack said the same thing about our old officer. Before he was killed."

"How many people died in your squadron before I came?" Kim asked curiously, still unsure weather she wanted to know or not.

"Well, with the old officer, a lot of people. I don't even know. But with Jack, nobody yet." He answered. "Unless Taylor..." He trailed off.

Kim tried not to look so impressed.

"Trust me Kim, you'll be fine." He hugged her again.

"Crawford!" Kim heard Jack call from behind her. She quickly separated herself from Jerry and faced him.

"What you want?" She growled, everything Jerry had just told her flew out of the metaphoric window. She may have understood the jerk a bit more, but she didn't have to like him.

"Well, usually in military bases you train." He answered just as sharply, "You know, so you don't die in battle and we don't loose the war."

Kim crossed her arms defiantly. This action interested Jack. Did she know that she could be court martialed for defying a superior officer? Not that he cared much for military efficiency and rules anyway. So far, it seemed like everything this 'Kim Crawford' did was of interest to him.

"Now get your butt on that field!" He yelled at her.

Kim opened her mouth to respond, anger clear in her eyes, but Jerry put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her word in their tracks.

"Go." Jerry warned her. Kim, who was a little frightened by Jerry's serious tone, glared once more at Jack before she ran up the hill towards one of the fields she had passed on her walk to the lake. Well,She was on her way to the field to but her curiosity got the best of her. She wanted to know why Jack was so angry, she wanted to know what Jack was going to say. He interested her for reasons she couldn't quite place.

Jerry turned face the Major.

"Jack, calm down she's my friend so take it easy. "

In Jack's opinion this is the dumbest thing that Jerry had ever said. Considering Jerry has said a lot of dumb things, this Angered him.

"You want me to take it easy?" Jack yelled as he quickly approached him. "I don't need another accident like Taylor's. Or have you forgotten about her when Kimberly showed up?"

This question confused Jerry more than he usually was. He ran it through his head a couple times before he realized what Jack implied.

Jerry was practically shaking with anger, his hands balled into fists as he took a step closer.

"You honestly think, I would forget about Taylor?" Jerry yelled somewhat menacingly, missing her more than ever.

"Sure seems like it!"

"Alright Jackie-boy." Jerry replied, biting back some of the curses he was tempted to throw his way, "Don't you have a couple people to torture, Captain? "

"Major." Jack corrects even though he knows that the army was corrupt to the point that any rank below the General was basically the same. The only difference being the metals on their uniforms.

"Major? Major Jerk, maybe." Jerry said before storming off, his hand clenched around his dog tag.

A captain should never run away from a major, but Jack let him get away with it. He felt bad about what he had said; He knew Jerry loved his sister. Jerry hadn't been the same since she was taken as a P.O.W. In fact, neither of them has been.

That didn't stop Jack from yelling after his best friend, "Fine go! I don't need you!"

Jack looked at the back of his dog tag where he had engraved the numbers 5766. His missing sister's number.

"I need you." He whispered, he kissed the number before tucking it back in his shirt.

What he didn't know was that the blonde, Kimberly Crawford saw the whole scene take place from behind an old oak tree with the tire swing attached. Including the part where she saw proof that Jack still had a heart.

He stood there for a minute, lost in his thoughts and his painful memories. He concentrated, as If closing his eyes tight enough would bring the prisoner home. He sighed in discontent before sluggishly beginning his uphill journey towards the fields.

All Jack would have heard was the rustling of leaves as Kim raced to reach their destination first, but he wasn't listening. His eyes stayed focused on the ground, if he knew she was there, he didn't care enough to act on it.

Eventually he looked up, new determination in his eyes, he knew he could make it up to Jerry by protecting Kim. So he shrugged and ran back to practice with new mission. He would protect Kim Crawford by pushing her until she was _unstoppable_.

That poor little Kimberly Crawford.

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